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“In the midst of the flock came the goat-boy 



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BY 

JOHANNA SPYRI 

AUTHOR. OF HEIDI 


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TRANSLATED BY 

HELEN B.DOLE 



NEW YORK: 

THOMAS Y. CROWELL C? 
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Copyright, 1914, 

By THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY, 
Published September , 1544 . 

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CONTENTS 




CHAPTER PAGE 

I. All is Well with Moni 1 

II. Moni’s Life in the Mountains 8 

III. A Visit 18 

IV. Moni Can no Longer Sing 27 

V. Moni Sings Again 37 



LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 

PAGE 

“In the midst of the flock came the goat-boy” 

frontispiece 3 ^ 

“Moni climbed with his goats for an hour longer” . 9 S 

“Jorgli had opened his hand. In it lay a cross set 

with a large number of stones” 25 



CHAPTER I 

ALL IS WELL WITH MONI 

I T is a long, steep climb up to the Bath House 
at Fideris, after leaving the road leading up 
through the long valley of Prattigau. The 
horses pant so hard on their way up the mountain 
that you prefer to dismount and clamber up on 
foot to the green summit. 

After a long ascent, you come first to the vil- 
lage of Fideris, which lies on the pleasant green 
height, and from there you go on farther into the 
mountains, until the lonely buildings connected 
with the Baths appear, surrounded on all sides by 
rocky mountains. The only trees that grow up 
there are firs, covering the peaks and rocks, and 
it would all look very gloomy if the delicate moun- 
tain flowers with their brilliant coloring were not 
peeping forth everywhere through the low pasture 
grass. 

One clear summer evening two ladies stepped 
out of the Bath House and went along the narrow 
footpath, which begins to mount not far from the 
house and soon becomes very steep as it ascends 
to the high, towering crags. At the first projec- 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


tion they stood still and looked around, for this was 
the very first time they had come to the Baths. 

“It is not very lively up here, Aunt,” said the 
younger, as she let her eyes wander around. 
“Nothing but rocks and fir woods, and then another 
mountain and more fir trees on it. If we are to 
stay here six weeks, I should like occasionally to 
see something more amusing.” 

“It would not be very amusing, at all events, if 
you should lose your diamond cross up here, 
Paula,” replied the aunt, as she tied together the 
red velvet ribbon from which hung the sparkling 
cross. “This is the third time I have fastened the 
ribbon since we arrived; I don’t know whether it is 
your fault or the ribbon’s, but I do know that 
you would be very sorry if it were lost.” 

“No, no,” exclaimed Paula, decidedly, “the cross 
must not be lost, on any account. It came from 
my grandmother and is my greatest treasure.” 

Paula herself seized the ribbon, and tied two or 
three knots one after the other, to make it hold fast. 
Suddenly she pricked up her ears: “Listen, lis- 
ten, Aunt, now something really lively is coming.” 

A merry song sounded from far above them; 
then came a long, shrill j^odel ; then there was sing- 
ing again. 

The ladies looked upwards, but could see no liv- 
ing thing. The footpath was very crooked, often 


ALL IS WELL WITH MONI 


3 


passing between tall bushes and then between pro- 
jecting slopes, so that from below one could see 
up only a very short distance. But now there sud- 
denly appeared something alive on the slopes above, 
in every place where the narrow path could be seen, 
and louder and nearer sounded the singing. 

‘'See, see, Aunt, there! Here! See there! 
See there!” exclaimed Paula with great delight, 
and before the aunt was aware of it, three, four 
goats came bounding down, and more and more of 
them, each wearing around the neck a little bell 
so that the sound came from every direction. In 
the midst of the flock came the goat-boy leaping 
along, and singing his song to the very end: 


“ And in winter I am happy. 

For weeping is in vain. 

And, besides, the glad springtime 
Will soon come again.” 

Then he sounded a frightful yodel and immedi- 
ately with his flock stood right before the ladies, 
for with his bare feet he leaped as nimbly and 
lightly as his little goats. - 

“I wish you good evening!” he said as he looked 
gayly at the two ladies, and would have continued 
on his Way. But the goat-boy with the merry eyes 
pleased the ladies. 

“Wait a minute,” said Paula. “Are you the 


MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


goat-boy of Fideris? Do the goats belong to the 
village below?” 

“Yes, to be sure!” was the reply. 

“Do you go up there with them every day?” 

“Yes, surely.” 

“Is that so? and what is your name?” 

“Moni is my name — ” 

“Will you sing me the song once more, that you 
have just sung? We heard only one verse.” 

“It is too long,” explained Moni; “it would be too 
late for the goats, they must go home.” He 
straightened his weather-beaten cap, swung his rod 
in the air, and called to the goats which had already 
begun to nibble all around: “Home! Home!” 

“You will sing to me some other time, Moni, 
won’t you?” called Paula after him. 

“Surely I will, and good night!” he called 
back, then trotted along with the goats, and in a 
short time the whole flock stood still below, a few 
steps from the Bath House by the rear building, 
for here Moni had to leave the goats belonging to 
the house, the beautiful white one and the black one 
with the pretty little kid. Moni treated the last 
with great care, for it was a delicate little creature 
and he loved it more than all the others. It was 
so attached to him that it ran after him continually 
all day long. He now led it very tenderly along 
and placed it in its shed ; then he said : 


ALL IS WELL WITH MONI 


6 


“There, Maggerli, now sleep well; are you tired? 
It is really a long way up there, and you are still 
so little. Now lie right down, so, in the nice 
straw !” 

After he had put Maggerli to bed in this way, 
he hurried along with his flock, first up to the hill 
in front of the Baths, and then down the road to 
the village. 

Here he took out his little horn and blew so 
vigorously into it, that it resounded far down into 
the valley. From all the scattered houses the chil- 
dren now came running out; each rushed upon his 
goat, which he knew a long way off; and from the 
houses near by, one woman and then another seized 
her little goat by the cord or the horn, and in a 
short time the entire flock was separated and each 
creature came to its own place. Finally Moni 
stood alone with the brown one, his own goat, and 
with her he now went to the little house on the side 
of the mountain, where his grandmother was wait- 
ing for him, in the doorway. 

“Has all gone well, Moni?” she asked pleasantly, 
and then led the brown goat to her shed, and im- 
mediately began to milk her. The grandmother 
was still a robust woman and cared for everything 
herself in the house and in the shed and everywhere 
kept order. Moni stood in the doorway of the shed 
and watched his grandmother. When the milk- 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


ing was ended, she went into the little house and 
said: “Come, Moni, you must be hungry.” 

She had everything already prepared. Moni had 
only to sit down at the table; she seated herself 
next him, and although nothing stood on the table 
but the bowl of corn-meal mush cooked with the 
brown goat’s milk, Moni hugely enjoyed his sup- 
per. Then he told his grandmother what he had 
done through the day, and as soon as the meal was 
ended he went to bed, for in the early dawn he 
would have to start forth again with the flock. 

In this way Moni had already spent two sum- 
mers. He had been goat-boy so long and become 
so accustomed to this life and grown up together 
with his little charges that he could think of noth- 
ing else. Moni had lived with his grandmother 
ever since he could remember. His mother had 
died when he was still very little; his father soon 
after went with others to military service in Naples, 
in order to earn something, as he said, for he 
thought he could get more pay there. 

His wife’s mother was also jDoor, but she took her 
daughter’s deserted baby boy, little Solomon, home 
at once and shared what she had with him. He 
brought a blessing to her cottage and she had never 
suffered want. 

Good old Elizabeth was very popular with every 
one in the whole village, and when, two years be- 


ALL IS WELL WITH MONI 


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fore, another goat-boy had to be appointed, Moni 
was chosen with one accord, since every one was 
glad for the hard-working Elizabeth that now 
Moni would be able to earn something. The pious 
grandmother had never let Moni start away a 
single morning, without reminding him: 

“Moni, never forget how near you are up there 
to the dear Lord, and that He sees and hears every- 
thing, and you can hide nothing from His eyes. 
But never forget, either, that He is near to help 
you. So you have nothing to fear, and if you can 
call upon no human being up there, you have only 
to call to the dear Lord in your need, and He will 
hear you immediately and come to your aid.” 

So from the very first Moni went full of trust 
up to the lonely mountains and the highest crags, 
and never had the slightest fear or dread, for he 
always thought: 

“.The higher up, the nearer I am to th$ dear 
Lord, and so all the safer whatever may happen.” 

So Moni had neither care nor trouble and could 
enjoy everything he did from morning till night. 
It was no wonder that he whistled and sang and 
yodeled continually, for he had to give vent to his 
great happiness. 


CHAPTER II 

MONl’s LIFE IN THE MOUNTAINS 

T HE following morning Paula awoke earlier 
than ever before; a loud singing had awak- 
ened her out of sleep. 

“That is surely the goat-hoy so soon,” she said, 
springing out of bed and running to the window. 

Quite right. With fresh, red cheeks there stood 
Moni below, and he had just brought the old goat 
and the little kid out of the goat shed. Now he 
swung his rod in the air, the goats leaped and 
sprang around him, and then he went along with 
the whole flock. Suddenly Moni raised his voice 
again and sang until the mountains echoed : 

“ Up yonder in the fir trees 
Sing the birds in a choir. 

And after the rain comes. 

Comes the sun like a fire.” 

“To-day he must sing his whole song for me 
once,” said Paula, for Moni had now disappeared 
and she could no longer understand the words of 
his distant song. 

In the sky the rosy morning clouds were disap- 
pearing and a cool mountain breeze rustled around 
Moni’s ears, as he climbed up. This he thought 
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MONI’S LIFE IN THE MOUNTAINS 9 


just right. He yodeled with satisfaction from the 
first ledge so lustily down into the valley that 
many of the sleepers in the Bath House below 
opened their eyes in amazement, then closed them 
again at once, for they recognized the sound and 
knew that they could have an hour longer to sleep, 
since the goat-boy always came so early. Mean- 
while Moni climbed with his goats for an hour 
longer, farther and farther up to the high cliffs 
above. 

The higher up he mounted, the broader and 
more beautiful became the view. From time to 
time he looked around him, then gazed up into the 
bright sky, which was becoming bluer and bluer, 
then began to sing with all his might, louder and 
louder and more merrily the higher he came: 

“ Up yonder in tlie fir trees. 

Sing the birds in a choir. 

And after the rain comes. 

Comes the sun like a fire. 

“ And the sun and the stars 
And the moon in the night. 

The dear Lord has made them 
To give us delight. 

“ In the spring there are flowers — 

They are yellow and gold. 

And so blue is the sky then 
My joy can’t be told. 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


And in summer there are berries. 
There are plenty if it’s fine. 

And the red ones and black ones, 

I eat all from the vine. 

If there are nuts in the bushes 
I know what to do. 

Where the goats like to nibble. 
There I can hunt too. 

And in winter I’m happy, 

For weeping’s in vain. 

And, besides, the glad springtime 
Will soon come again.” 


Now the height was reached where he usually 
stayed, and where he was going to remain for a 
while to-day. It was a little green table-land, with 
so broad a projection that one could see from the 
top all round about and far, far down into the val- 
ley. This projection was called the Pulpit-rock, 
and here Moni could often stay for hours at a time, 
gazing about him and whistling away, while his 
little goats quite contentedly sought their feed 
around him. 

As soon as Moni arrived, he took his provision 
bag from his back, laid it in a little hole in the 
ground, which he had dug out for this purpose, 
then went to the Pulpit-rock and threw himself on 
the grass in order to enjoy himself fully. 


MONPS LIFE IN THE MOUNTAINS 11 


The sky had now become a deep blue; above 
were the high mountains with peaks towering to 
the sky and great ice-fields appearing, and far 
away down below the green valley shone in the 
morning light. Moni lay there, looking about, 
singing and whistling. The mountain wind cooled 
his warm face, and as soon as he stopped whistling, 
the birds piped all the more lustily and flew up into 
the blue sky. Moni was indescribably happy. 
From time to time Maggerli came to Moni and 
rubbed her head around on his shoulder, as she al- 
ways did out of sheer affection. Then she bleated 
quite fondly, went to Moni’s other side and rubbed 
her head on the other shoulder. The other goats 
also, first one and then another, came to look at 
their keeper and each had her own way of paying 
the visit. 

The brown one, his own goat, came very cau- 
tiously and looked at him to see if he was all right, 
then she would stand and gaze at him until he said: 
“Yes, yes, Braunli, it’s all right, go and look for 
your fodder.” 

The young white one and Swallow, so called be- 
cause she was so small and nimble and darted every- 
where, like swallows into their holes, always rushed 
together upon Moni, so that they would have 
thrown him down, if he had not already been 
stretched out on the ground, and then they immedi- 
ately darted off again. 


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The shiny Blackie, the goat belonging to the 
landlord of the Bath House, Maggerli’s mother, 
was a little proud; she came only to within a few 
steps of Moni, looked at him with her head lifted, 
as if she wouldn’t appear too familiar, and then 
went her way again. The big Sultan, the billy- 
goat, never showed himself but once, then he pushed 
away all he found near Moni, and bleated several 
times as significantly as if he had information to 
give about the condition of the flock, whose leader 
he felt himself to be. 

Little Maggerli alone never allowed herself to 
be crowded away from her protector; if the billy- 
goat came and tried to push her aside, she crept 
so far under Moni’s arm or head that the big Sul- 
tan no longer came near her, and so under Moni’s 
protection the little kid was not the least bit afraid 
of him. Otherwise she would have trembled if he 
came near her. 

Thus the sunny morning had passed; Moni had 
ah’eady taken his midday meal and now stood think- 
ing as he leaned on his stick, which he often needed 
there, for it was very useful in climbing up and 
down. He was thinking whether he would go up 
to a new side of the rocks, for he wanted to go 
higher this afternoon with the goats, but the ques- 
tion was, to which side? He decided to take the 
left, for in that direction w^re the three Dragon- 


MONI’S LIFE IN THE MOUNTAINS 13 


stones, around which grew such tender shrubs that 
it w r as a real feast for the goats. 

The way was steep, and there were dangerous 
places in the rugged wall of rock; but he knew a 
good path, and the goats were so sensible and did 
not easily go astray. He began to climb and all 
his goats gayly clambered after him, some in front, 
some behind him, little Maggerli always quite close 
to him; occasionally he held her fast and pulled her 
along with him, when he came to a very steep place. 

All went quite well and now they were at the 
top, and with high bounds the goats ran immedi- 
ately to the green bushes, for they knew well the 
fine feed which they had often nibbled up here be- 
fore. 

“Be quiet! Be quiet!” commanded Moni, 
“don’t push each other to the steep places, for in 
a moment one of you might go down and have 
your legs broken. Swallow! Swallow! what are 
you thinking of?” he called full of excitement, up 
to the goat, for the nimble Swallow had climbed 
up to the high Dragon-stones and was now stand- 
ing on the outermost edge of one of them and look- 
ing quite impertinently down on him. He. climbed 
up quickly, for only a single step more and Swal- 
low would be lying below at the foot of the preci- 
pice. Moni was very agile ; in a few minutes he had 
climbed up on the crag, quickly seized Swallow by 
the leg, and pulled her down. 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


“Now come with me, you foolish little beast, 
you,” scolded Moni, as he dragged Swallow along 
with him to the others, and held her fast for a while, 
until she had taken a good bite of a shrub and 
thought no more of running away. 

“Where is Maggerli?” screamed Moni suddenly, 
as he noticed Blackie standing alone in a steep 
place, and not eating, but quietly looking around 
her. The little young kid was always near Moni, 
or running after its mother. 

“What have you done with your little kid, 
Blackie?” he called in alarm and sprang towards 
the goat. She seemed quite strange, was not eat- 
ing, but stood still in the same spot and pricked 
up her ears inquiringly. Moni placed himself be- 
side her and looked up and down. Now he heard 
a faint, pitiful bleating; it was Maggerli’s voice, 
and it came from below so plaintive and beseeching. 
Moni lay down on the ground and leaned over. 
There below something was moving; now he saw 
quite plainly, far down Maggerli was hanging 
to the bough of a tree which grew out of the rock, 
and was moaning pitifully; she must have fallen 
over. 

Fortunately the bough had caught her, other- 
wise she would have fallen into the ravine and 
met a sorry death. Even now if she could no 
longer hold to the bough, she would fall into the 
depths and be dashed to pieces. 


MONTS LIFE IN THE MOUNTAINS 15 


In the greatest anguish he called down: “Hold 
fast, Maggerli, hold fast to the bough! See, I 
am coming to get you!” But how could he reach 
there? The wall of rock was so steep here, Moni 
saw very well that it would be impossible to go 
down that way. But the little goat must be down 
there somewhere near the Rain-rock, the overhang- 
ing stone under which good protection was to be 
found in rainy weather; the goat-boys had always 
spent rainy days there, therefore the stone had been 
called from old times the Rain-rock. From there, 
Moni thought he could climb across over the rocks 
and so bring back the little kid. 

He quickly whistled the flock together and went 
with them down to the place from which he could 
reach the Rain-rock. There he left them to graze 
and went to the rock. Here he immediately saw, 
just a little bit above him, the bough of the tree, 
and the kid hanging to it. He saw very well that 
it would not be an easy task to climb up there and 
then down again with Maggerli on his back, but 
there was no other way to rescue her. He also 
thought the dear Lord would surely stand by him, 
and then he could not possibly fail. He folded his 
hands, looked up to heaven and prayed: “Oh, 
dear Lord, help me, so that I can save Maggerli!” 

Then he was full of trust that all would go well, 
and bravely clambered up the rock until he reached 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


the bough above. Here he clung fast with both 
feet, lifted the trembling, moaning little creature 
to his shoulders, and then climbed with great cau- 
tion back down again. When he had the firm 
earth under his feet once more and had saved the 
terror-stricken kid, he was so glad he had to offer 
thanks aloud and cried up to heaven: 

“Oh, dear Lord, I thank Thee a thousand times 
for having helped us so well! Oh, we are both 
so glad for it!” Then he sat down on the ground 
a little while, and stroked the kid, for she was still 
trembling in all her delicate limbs, and comforted 
her for enduring so much suffering. 

As it was soon time for departure, Moni placed 
the little goat on his shoulders again, and said anx- 
iously : 

“Come, you poor Maggerli, you are still trem- 
bling; you cannot walk home to-day, I must carry 
you — ” and so he carried the little creature, cling- 
ing close to him, all the way down. 

Paula was standing on the last rise in front of 
the Bath House, waiting for the goat-boy. Her 
aunt had accompanied her. When Moni came 
down with his burden on his back, Paula wanted to 
know if the kid was sick, and showed great inter- 
est. When Moni saw this, he at once sat down 
on the ground in front of Paula and told her his 
day’s experience with Maggerli. 


MONI’S LIFE IN THE MOUNTAINS 17 


The young lady showed very keen interest in 
the affair and stroked the little rescued creature, 
which now lay quietly in Moni’s lap and looked 
very pretty, with its white feet, and the beautiful 
black pelt on its back. It was very willing to be 
stroked by her. 

“Now sing your song again for me, while you 
are sitting here,” said Paula. Moni was in such 
a gay frame of mind that he willingly and heartily 
began and sang his whole song to the end. 

This pleased Paula exceptionally well and she 
said he must sing it to her often again. Then the 
whole company went together down to the Bath 
House. Here the kid was laid in its bed, Moni 
said farewell, and Paula went back to her room to 
talk with her aunt longer about the goat-boy, whose 
merry morning song she had enjoyed again. 


CHAPTER III 


A VISIT 

T HUS many days passed by, one as sunny and 
clear as the other, for it was an unusually 
beautiful summer, and the sky remained blue 
and cloudless from morning till evening. 

Every morning, early, without exception the 
goat-boy, singing lustily, went by the Bath House. 
Every evening he came back again singing lustily. 
All the guests were so accustomed to the merry 
sound that not one would have willingly missed it. 

More than all the others, Paula delighted in 
Moni’s joyfulness and went out almost every even- 
ing to meet him and talk with him. 

One sunny morning Moni had once more reached 
the Pulpit-rock, and was about to throw himself 
down, when he changed his mind. “No, go on! 
The last time you had to leave all the nice little 
plants because we had to go after Maggerli; now 
we will go up there again, so that you can finish 
nibbling them! ,, 

The goats all leaped with delight after him, for 
they knew they were going up to the lovely hushes 
on the Dragon-stones. To-day Moni held his lit- 
tle Maggerli the whole time fast in his arms, pulled 
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A VISIT 


19 


the sweet plants himself from the rocks and let her 
eat out of his hand. This pleased the little goat 
best of all. She rubbed her head quite contentedly 
from time to time against Moni’s shoulder and 
bleated happily. So the whole morning passed, 
before Moni noticed, from his own hunger, that it 
had grown late before he was aware of it. But he 
had left his luncheon below near the Pulpit-rock, 
in the little hole, for he had intended to return again 
at noon. 

“Well, you have had your fill of good things, 
and I have had nothing,” he said to his goats. 
“Now I must have something too, and you will 
find enough more down below. Come along 1” 
Whereupon he gave a loud whistle, and the whole 
flock started away, the liveliest always ahead, and 
first of all light-footed Swallow, who was to meet 
something unexpected to-day. She sprang down 
from stone to stone and across many a cleft in the 
rocks, but all at once she could go no farther — 
directly in front of her suddenly stood a chamois 
and gazed with curiosity into her face. This had 
never happened to Swallow before! She stood 
still, looked questioningly at the stranger and 
waited for the chamois to get out of her way and 
let her leap to the boulder, as she intended. But 
the chamois did not stir and gazed boldly into Swal- 
low’s eyes. So they stood facing each other, more 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


and more obstinate, and might have stood there 
until now, if the big Sultan had not come along in 
the meantime. As soon as he saw the state of 
things, he stepped quite considerately past Swal- 
low and suddenly pushed the chamois aside so far 
and with such violence, that she had to make a dar- 
ing leap, not to fall down over the rocks. Swallow 
went triumphantly on her way, and the Sultan 
marched proudly and contentedly behind her, for 
he felt himself to be the sure protector of the goats 
in his flock. 

Meanwhile Moni coming down from above, and 
another goat-boy coming up from below, met at 
the same spot and looked at each other in astonish- 
ment. But they were well acquainted, and after 
the first surprise greeted each other cordially. It 
was Jorgli from Kiiblis. Half the morning he had 
been looking in vain for Moni and now he met him 
up here, where he had not expected to find him. 

“I didn’t suppose you came up so high with the 
goats,” said Jorgli. 

“To be sure I do,” replied Moni, “but not al- 
ways ; usually I stay by the Pulpit-rock and around 
there. Why have you come up here?” 

“To make you a visit,” was the reply. “I have 
something to tell you. Besides, I have two goats 
here, that I am bringing to the landlord at the 
Baths. He is going to buy one, and so I thought 
I would come up to see you.” 


A VISIT 


21 


“Are they your own goats ?” asked Moni. 

“Surely, they are ours. I don’t tend strange 
ones any longer. I am not a goat-hoy now.” 

Moni was very much surprised at this, for Jorgli 
had become the goat-boy of Kiiblis at the same time 
he had been made goat-boy of Fideris, and Moni 
did not understand how Jorgli could give it up 
without a single murmur. 

Meanwhile the goat-boys and their flocks had 
reached the Pulpit-rock. Moni brought out bread 
and a small piece of dried meat and invited Jorgli 
to share his midday meal. They both sat down on 
the Pulpit-rock and ate heartily, for it had grown 
very late and they had excellent appetites. When 
everything was eaten and they had drunk a little 
goat’s milk, Jorgli comfortably stretched himself 
at full length on the ground, and rested his head on 
both arms, but Moni remained sitting, for he al- 
ways liked to look down into the deep valley be- 
low. 

“But what are you now, Jorgli, if you are no 
longer goat-boy?” began Moni. “You must be 
something.” 

“Surely I am something, and something very 
good,” replied Jorgli, “I am egg-boy. Every day 
I carry eggs to all the hotels, as far as I can go; 
I come up here to the Bath House, too. Yester- 
day I was there.” 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


Moni shook his head. “That’s nothing. I 
wouldn’t be an egg-boy; I would a thousand times 
rather be goat-boy, it is much finer.” 

“But why?” 

“Eggs are not alive, you can’t speak a word to 
them, and they don’t run after you like the goats 
which are glad to see you when you come, and are 
fond of you, and understand every word you say 
to them; you can’t have any pleasure with eggs as 
you can with the goats up here.” 

“Yes, and you,” interrupted Jorgli, “what great 
pleasure do you have up here? Just now you have 
had to get up six times while we were eating, just 
on account of that silly kid, to prevent it from fall- 
ing down below — is that a pleasure?” 

“Yes, I like to do that! Isn’t it so, Maggerli? 
Come! Come here!” Moni jumped up and ran 
after the kid, for it was making dangerous leaps 
for sheer joy. When he sat down again, Jorgli 
said : 

“There is another way to keep the young goats 
from falling over the rocks, without having to be 
always jumping after them, as you do.” 

“What is it?” asked Moni. 

“Drive a stick firmly into the ground and fasten 
the goat by the leg to it; she will kick furiously, 
but she can’t get away.” 

“You needn’t think I would do any such thing 


A VISIT 


23 


to the little kid!” said Moni quite angrily and drew 
Maggerli to him and held her fast, as if to protect 
her from any such treatment. 

“You really won’t have to take care of that one 
much longer,” began Jorgli again. “It won’t 
come up here many times more.” 

“What? What? What did you say, Jorgli?” 
demanded Moni. 

“Bah, don’t you know about it? The landlord 
will not raise her, she is too weak; there never was 
a more feeble goat. He wanted to sell her to my 
father, but he wouldn’t have her either; now the 
landlord is going to have her killed next week, and 
then he will buy our spotted one.” 

Moni had become quite pale from terror. At 
first he couldn’t speak a word; but now he broke 
out and complained aloud over the little kid : 

“No, no, that shall not be done, Maggerli, it 
shall not be done. They shall not slay you, I can’t 
bear that. Oh, I would rather die with you; no, 
that cannot be!” 

“Don’t do so,” said Jorgli, angrily, and pulled 
Moni up, for in his grief he had thrown himself 
face down on the ground. “Stand up, you know 
the kid really belongs to the landlord and he can 
do what he likes with her. Think no more about 
it! Come, I know something. See! See!” 
Whereupon Jorgli held out one hand to Moni, and 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


with the other almost covered the object, which 
Moni was to admire ; it sparkled wonderfully in his 
hand, for the sun shone straight into it. 

“What is it?” asked Moni, when it sparkled 
again, lighted up by a sunbeam. 

“Guess!” 

“A ring?” 

“No, but something like that.” 

“Who gave it to you?” 

“Gave it to me? Nobody. I found it myself.” 

“Then it does not belong to you, Jorgli.” 

“Why not? I didn’t take it from anybody. I 
almost stepped on it with my foot, then it would 
have been broken; so I can just as well keep it.” 

“Where did you find it?” 

“Down by the Bath House, yesterday evening.” 

“Then some one from the house below lost it. 
You must tell the landlord, and if you don’t, I 
will do it this evening.” 

“No, no, Moni, don’t do that,” said Jorgli, be- 
seechingly. “See, I will show you what it is, and 
I will sell it to a maid in one of the hotels, but she 
will surely have to give me four francs; then I will 
give you one or two, and nobody will know any- 
thing about it.” 

“I will not take it! I will not take it!” inter- 
rupted Moni, hotly, “and the dear Lord has heard 
everything you have said.” 


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a large number of stones. ’ ’ 


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A VISIT 


25 


Jorgli looked up to the sky: “Oh, so far 
away,” he said skeptically; but he immediately be- 
gan to speak more softly. 

“He hears you still,” said Moni, confidently. 

It was no longer Jorgli’s secret. If he didn’t 
know how to bring Moni to his side, all would be 
lost. He thought and thought. 

“Moni,” he said suddenly, “I will promise you 
something that will delight you, if you will not 
say anything to a human being about what I have 
found; you really don’t need to take anything for 
it, then you will have nothing to do with it. If 
you will do as I say, I will make my father buy 
Maggerli, so she will not be killed. Will you?” 

A hard struggle arose in Moni. It was wrong 
to help keep the discovery secret. Jorgli had 
opened his hand. In it lay a cross set with a large 
number of stones, which sparkled in many colors. 
Moni realized that it was not a worthless thing 
which no one would inquire about ; he felt exactly as 
if he himself should be keeping what did not belong 
to him if he remained silent. But on the other 
hand was the little, affectionate Maggerli, that 
was going to be killed in a horrible way with a 
knife, and he could prevent it if he kept silent. 
Even now the little kid was lying so trustfully be- 
side him, as if she knew that he would always keep 
it; no, he could not let this happen, he must try to 
save it. 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


“Yes, I will, Jorgli,” he said, but without any 
enthusiasm. 

“Then it is a bargain!” and Jorgli offered his 
hand to Moni, that he might seal the argument, as 
that was the only way to make a promise binding. 

Jorgli was very glad that now his secret was safe; 
but as Moni had become so quiet, and he had much 
farther to go to reach home than Moni, he con- 
sidered it well to start along with his two goats. 
He said good-night to Moni and whistled for his 
two companions, which meanwhile had joined 
Moni’s grazing goats, but not without much push- 
ing and other doubtful behavior between the two 
parties, for the goats from Fideris had never heard 
that they ought to be polite to visitors and the 
goats from Kiiblis did not know that they ought 
not to seek out the best plants or push the others 
away from them, when they were visiting. When 
Jorgli had gone some distance down the mountain, 
Moni also started along with his flock, but he was 
very still and neither sang a note nor whistled, all 
the way home. 


CHAPTER IV 


MONI CAN NO LONGER SING 

O N the following morning Moni came up 
the path to the Bath House, just as silent 
and cast down as the evening before. He 
brought out the landlord’s goats quietly and went 
on upwards, but he sang not a note, nor did he give 
a yodel up into the air; he let his head hang and 
looked as if he were afraid of something; now and 
then he looked around timidly, as if some one were 
coming after him to question him. 

Moni could no longer be merry; he didn’t know 
himself exactly why. He wanted to be glad that 
he had saved Miiggerli, and sing, but he couldn’t 
express it. To-day the sky was covered with 
clouds, and Moni thought when the sun came out 
it would be different and he could be happy again. 

When he reached the top, it began to rain quite 
hard. He took refuge under the Rain-rock, for 
it soon poured in streams from the sky. 

The goats came, too, and placed themselves here 
and there under the rock. The aristocratic Blackie 
immediately wanted to protect her beautiful shiny 
coat and crept in under the rock before Moni did. 
She was now standing behind Moni and looking 
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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


28 ' 


out from her comfortable corner into the pouring 
rain. Maggerli was standing in front of its pro- 
tector under the projecting rock and gently rubbed 
its little head against his knee; then it looked up 
at him in surprise, because Moni did not say a word, 
and it was not accustomed to that. Moni sat 
thoughtfully, leaning on his staff, for in such 
weather he always kept it in his hand, to keep him- 
self from slipping on the steep places, for on such 
days lie wore shoes. Now, as he sat for hours under 
the Rain-rock, he had plenty of time for reflection. 

Moni thought over what he had promised Jorgli, 
and it seemed to him that if Jorgli had taken some- 
thing, he was practically doing the same thing him- 
self, because Jorgli had promised to give him some- 
thing or do something for him. He had surely 
done what was wrong, and the dear Lord was now 
against him. This he felt in his heart, and it was 
right that it was dark and rainy and that he was 
hidden under the rock, for he would not even have 
dared look up into the blue sky, as usual. 

But there were still other things that Moni had 
to think about. If Maggerli should fall down over 
a steep precipice again, and he wanted to get it, the 
dear Lord would no longer protect him, and he no 
longer dared to pray to Him about it and call upon 
Him, and so had no more safety; and if then he 
should slip and fall down with Maggerli deep over 


MONI CAN NO LONGER SING 


29 


the jagged rocks, and both of them should lie all 
torn and maimed ! Oh, no, he said with anguish in 
his heart, that must not happen anyway; he must 
manage to be able to pray again and come to the 
dear Lord with everything that weighed on his 
heart; then he could be happy again, that he felt 
sure of. Moni would throw off the weight that op- 
pressed him, he would go and tell the landlord 
everything — But then? Then Jorgli would not 
persuade his father, and the landlord would slaugh- 
ter Maggerli. Oh, no! Oh, no! he couldn’t bear 
that, and he said: “No, I will not do it! I will 
say nothing!” But he did not feel satisfied, and 
the weight on his heart grew heavier and heavier. 
Thus Moni’s whole day passed. 

He started home at evening as silent as he had 
come in the morning. When he found Paula 
standing near the Bath House, and she sprang 
quickly across to the goat-shed and asked sym- 
pathetically: “Moni, what is the matter? Why 
don’t you sing any more?” he turned shyly away 
and said: 

“I can’t,” and as quickly as possible made off 
with his goats. 

Paula said to her aunt above : “If I only knew 
what was the matter with the goat-boy! He is 
quite changed. You wouldn’t know him. If he 
would only sing again!” 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


“It must be the frightful rain which has silenced 
the boy so!” remarked the aunt. 

“Everything all comes together; let us go home, 
Aunt,” begged Paula, “there is no more pleasure 
here. First I lost my beautiful cross, and it can’t 
be found ; then comes this endless rain, and now we 
can’t ever hear the merry goat-boy any more. Let 
us go away!” 

“The cure must be finished, or it will do no 
good,” explained the aunt. 

It was also dark and gray on the following day, 
and the rain poured down without ceasing. Moni 
spent the day exactly like the one before. He sat 
under the rock and his thoughts went restlessly 
round in a circle, for when he decided: “Now, I 
will go and confess the wrong, so that I shall dare 
to look up to the dear Lord again,” then he saw the 
little kid under the knife before him and it all be- 
gan over again in his mind from the beginning; so 
that with thinking and brooding, and the weight he 
carried, he was very tired by night, and crept home 
in the streaming rain as if he didn’t notice it at all. 

By the Bath Llouse below the landlord was 
standing in the back doorway and called to Moni: 
“Come in with them. They are wet enough! 
Why, you are crawling down the mountain like a 
snail! I wonder what is the matter with you!” 

The landlord had never been so unfriendly be- 


MONI CAN NO LONGER SING 


31 


fore. On the contrary he had always made the 
most friendly remarks to the merry goat-boy. But 
Moni’s changed appearance did not please him, and 
besides he was in a worse humor than usual because 
Fraulein Paula had just complained to him about 
her loss and assured him that the valuable cross 
could only have been lost in the house or directly 
in front of the house-door. She had only stepped 
out on that day towards evening, to hear the goat- 
boy sing on his way home. To have it said that it 
was possible for such a costly thing to be lost in 
his house, beyond recovery, made him very cross. 
The day before he had called together the whole 
staff of servants, examined and threatened them, 
and finally offered a reward to the finder. The 
whole house was in an uproar over the lost orna- 
ment. 

When Moni with his goats passed by the front 
of the house, Paula was standing there. She had 
been waiting for him, for she wondered very much 
whether he would ever sing any more or be merry. 
As he now crept by, she called: 

“Moni! Moni! Are you really the same goat- 
boy who used to sing from morning till night: 

“ ‘And so blue is the sky there 
My joy can’t be told’?” 

Moni heard the words very well; he gave no an- 
swer, but they made a great impression on him. 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


Oh, how different it really was from the time 
when he could sing all day long and he felt ex- 
actly as he sang. Oh, if it could only be like that 
again ! 

Again Moni climbed up the mountain, silent and 
sad and without singing. The rain had now 
ceased, but thick fog hung around on the moun- 
tains, and the sky was still full of dark clouds. 
Moni again sat under the rock and battled with his 
thoughts. About noon the sky began to clear; it 
grew brighter and brighter. Moni came out of his 
cave and looked around. The goats once more 
sprang gayly here and there, and the little kid was 
quite frolicsome from delight at the returning sun 
and made the merriest leaps. 

Moni stood on the Pulpit-rock and saw how it 
was growing brighter and more beautiful below in 
the valley and above over the mountains beyond. 
Now the clouds scattered and the lovely light-blue 
sky looked down so cheerfully that it seemed to 
Moni as if the dear Lord were looking out of the 
bright-blue at him, and suddenly it became quite 
clear in his heart what he ought to do. He could 
not carry the wrong around with him any more; 
he must throw it off. Then Moni seized the little 
kid, that was jumping about him, took it in his 
arms and said tenderly: “Oh, Maggerli, you poor 
Maggerli! I have certainly done what I could, but 


MONI CAN NO LONGER SING 


33 


it is wrong, and that must not be done. Oh, if 
only you didn’t have to die! I can’t bear it!” 

And Moni began to cry so hard, that he could 
no longer speak, and the kid bleated pitifully and 
crept far under his arm, as if it wanted to cling to 
him and be protected. Then Moni lifted the little 
goat on his shoulders, saying : 

“Come, Maggerli, I will carry you home once 
more to-day. Perhaps I can’t carry you much 
longer.” 

When the flock came down to the Bath House, 
Paula was again standing on the watch. Moni 
put the young goat with the black one in the shed, 
and instead of going on farther, he came toward 
the young lady and was going past her into the 
house. She stopped him. 

“Still no singing, Moni? Where are you going 
with such a troubled face?” 

“I have to tell about something,” replied Moni, 
without lifting his eyes. 

“Tell about something? What is it? Can’t I 
know?” 

“I must tell the landlord. Something has been 
found.” 

“Found? What is it? I have lost something, a 
beautiful cross.” 

“Yes, that is just what it is.” 

“What do you say?” exclaimed Paula, in the 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


greatest surprise. “Is it a cross with sparkling 
stones?” 

“Yes, exactly that.” 

“What have you done with it, Moni? Give it 
to me. Did you find it?” 

“No, Jorgli from Kiiblis found it.” 

Then Paula wanted to know who he was and 
where he lived, and to send some one to Kiiblis at 
once to get the cross. 

“I will go as fast as I can, and if he still has it I 
will bring it to you,” said Moni. 

“If he still has it?” said Paula. “Why shouldn’t 
he still have it? And how do you know all about 
it, Moni? When did he find it, and how did you 
hear about it?” 

Moni looked on the ground. He didn’t dare say 
how it had all come about, and how he had helped 
to conceal the discovery until he could no longer 
bear it. 

But Paula was very kind to Moni. She took 
him aside, sat down on the trunk of a tree beside 
him, and said with the greatest friendliness : 

“Come, tell me all about how it happened, Moni, 
for I want so much to know everything from you.” 

Then Moni gained confidence and began to relate 
the whole story, and told her every word of his 
struggle about Maggerli and how he had lost all 
happiness and dared no longer look up to the dear 


MONI CAN NO LONGER SING 


35 


Lord, and how to-day he couldn’t bear it any 
longer. 

Then Paula talked with him very kindly and 
said he should have come immediately and told 
everything, and it was right that he had told her 
all now so frankly, and that he would not regret 
it. Then she said he could promise Jorgli ten 
francs, as soon as she had the cross in her hands 
again. 

“Ten francs!” repeated Moni, full of astonish- 
ment, for he knew how Jorgli would have sold it 
for much less. Then Moni rose and said he would 
go right away that very day to Kiiblis, and if he got 
the cross he would bring it with him early the next 
morning. He ran along and was once more able to 
leap and jump, for he had a much lighter heart and 
the heavy burden no longer weighed him down to 
the ground. 

When he reached home, he only put his goats in, 
told his grandmother he had an errand to do, and 
ran at once down to Kiiblis. He found Jorgli at 
home and told him without delay what he had done. 
At first the boy was very angry, but when he con- 
sidered that all was known, he took out the cross 
and asked: 

“Will she give me anything for it?” 

“Yes, and now you can see, Jorgli,” said Moni, 
indignantly, “how by being honorable you will re- 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


ceive ten francs, and by being deceitful only four: 
the ten francs you are going to have now.” 

Jorgli was very much amazed. He regretted 
that he had not gone immediately with the cross 
to the Bath House, after he had picked it up in 
front of the door, for now he had not a clear con- 
science and it might have been so different! But 
now it was too late. He gave the cross to Moni, 
who hastened home with it, for it had already grown 
quite dark. 


CHAPTER V 


MONI SINGS AGAIN 

P AULA had given orders to be wakened 
early the next morning, for she wanted to 
be on the spot when the goat-boy came. 
She was anxious to deal with him herself. That 
evening she had held a long conversation with the 
landlord, and had then come out of his room quite 
happy; so she must have planned something de- 
lightful with him. 

When the goat-boy came along with his flock in 
the morning, Paula was already standing in front 
of the house, and she called out: 

“Moni, can’t you sing even now?” 

He shook his head. “No, I can’t. I am always 
wondering how much longer Maggerli will go 
with me. I never can sing any more as long as 
I live, and here is the cross.” Whereupon he 
handed her a little package, for the grandmother 
had wrapped it carefully for him in three or four 
papers. 

Paula took out the cross from the wrappings and 
examined it closely. It really was her beautiful 
cross with the sparkling stones, and quite un- 
harmed. 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


“Well, Moni,” she said now very kindly, “you 
have given me a great pleasure, for if it had not 
been for you, I might never have seen my cross 
again. Now, I am going to give you a pleasure. 
Go take Maggerli there out of the shed, she be- 
longs to you now!” 

Moni stared at the young lady in astonishment, 
as if it were impossible to understand her words. 
At last he stammered: “But how — how can 
Maggerli be mine?” 

“How?” replied Paula, smiling. “See, last 
evening I bought her from the landlord and this 
morning I give her to you. Now can't you sing 
once more?” 

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” exclaimed Moni and ran like 
mad to the shed, led the little goat out, and took 
it in his arms. Then he leaped back and held out 
his hand to Paula and said over and over again : 

“I thank you a thousand, thousand times! May 
God reward you! If I could do something nice 
for you!” 

“Well, then try once more and let us see if you 
can sing again!” said Paula. 

Then Moni sang his song and went on up the 
mountain with the goats, and his jubilant tones 
rang down into the valley, so that there was no 
one in the whole Bath House who did not hear it 
and many an one turned over in his bed and said: 
“The goat-boy has good weather once more.” 


MONI SINGS AGAIN 


39 


All were glad to hear him sing again, for all had 
depended on the merry alarm, some in order to get 
up, others to sleep a while longer. 

When Moni, from the first summit, saw Paula 
still standing below in front of the house, he stepped 
as far out as possible and sang down at the top of 
his voice: 

“ And so blue is the sky there 
My joy can’t be told.” 

The whole day long Moni shouted for joy, and 
all the goats caught his spirit and jumped and 
sprang around as if it were a great festival. The 
sun shone cheerfully down out of the blue sky, and 
after the great rain, all the little plants were so 
fresh, and the yellow and red flowers so bright, it 
seemed to Moni as if he had never seen the moun- 
tains and the valley and the whole world so beauti- 
ful before. He didn’t let the little kid leave him 
the whole day; he pulled up the best plants for it 
and fed it, and said over and over again: 

“Maggerli, you dear Maggerli, you do not have 
to die. You are now mine and will come up to the 
pasture with me as long as we live.” And with re- 
sounding singing and yodeling Moni came down 
again at evening and after he had led the black 
goat to her shed, he took the little kid in his arms, 
for it was now coming home with him. Maggerli 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


did not look as if it would rather stay there, but 
pressed close to Moni and felt that it was under 
the best protection, for Moni had for a long time 
treated it better and more kindly than its own 
mother. 

But when Moni came near his grandmother’s 
with Maggerli on his shoulders, she didn’t know at 
all what to make of it, and although Moni called 
from a distance: 

“She belongs to me, Grandmother, she belongs 
to me!” she didn’t understand for some time what 
he meant. But Moni couldn’t explain to her yet; 
he ran to the shed, and there right next to Brownie, 
so that it wouldn’t be afraid, he made Maggerli 
a fine, soft bed of fresh straw, and laid it dcwn, 
saying: 

“There, Maggerli, now sleep well in your new 
home! You must always have this; every day I 
will make you a new bed!” 

Then Moni came back directly to his wonder- 
ing grandmother, and while they sat together at 
their supper, he told her the whole story from the 
very beginning about his three days so full of trou- 
ble, and the happy ending to-day. 

The grandmother listened very quietly and at- 
tentively and when he came to the end, she said 
earnestly : 

“Moni, you must remember what has happened 


MONI SINGS AGAIN 


41 


to you now, as long as you live! While you were 
having so great trouble with wrong-doing in order 
to help the little creature, the dear Lord had al- 
ready found a way to help it and make you happy 
as soon as you would do what was right in His 
sight. If you had done right at once, and trusted 
in God, all would have gone well at first. Now 
the dear Lord has helped you beyond all you de- 
served, so that you will not forget it your whole 
life long.” 

“No, I will surely never forget it,” said Moni, 
eagerly assenting, “and will always truly think, 
the first thing: I must only do what is right be- 
fore the dear Lord. He will take care of all the 
rest.” 

But before Moni could lie down to sleep, he had 
to look into the shed once more, to see if it were 
really possible that the little kid was tying out 
there and belonged to him. 

Jorgli received the ten francs according to the 
agreement, but he was not allowed to escape from 
the affair so easily as that. When he returned to 
the Bath House, he was brought to the landlord 
who took the boy by the collar, gave him a good 
shaking, and said threateningly: 

“Jorgli! Jorgli! Don’t you try a second time 
to bring my whole house into bad repute! If any- 
thing like this happens a single time again, you 


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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY 


will come out of my house in a way that will not 
please you! See, up there hangs a very sharp wil- 
low rod for such cases. Now go and think this 
over.” 

Moreover, the event had other consequences for 
the boy. From this time on, if anything was lost 
anywhere in the Bath House, all the servants im- 
mediately exclaimed: “Jorgli from Kiiblis has 
it!” and if he came afterwards into the house they 
all pounced on him together and cried: “Give it 
here, Jorgli! Out with it!” And if he assured 
them he had nothing and knew nothing about it, 
they would all exclaim: “We know you already!” 
and “You can’t fool us!” 

So Jorgli had to endure the most menacing at- 
tacks continually, and had hardly a moment’s peace 
any more, for if he saw any one approaching him, 
he at once thought he was coming to ask if he had 
found this or that. So Jorgli was not at all happy, 
and a hundred times he thought: “If only I had 
given back that cross immediately! I will never 
in my whole life keep anything else that doesn’t 
belong to me.” 

But Moni never ceased singing and yodeling, the 
whole summer long, for there was hardly another 
human being in the world as happy as he was up 
there with his goats. Often, however, when he lay 
stretched out in his contentment on the Pulpit-rock, 


MONI SINGS AGAIN 


43 


and gazed down into the sunny valley below, he had 
to think how he had sat that time with the heavy 
burden on his heart, under the Rain-rock, and all 
happiness was gone; and he would say again and 
again in his heart: “I know now what I will do, so 
that it will never happen again: I will do nothing 
that will prevent me from looking up gladly to 
heaven, because this is right to the dear Lord.” 

But if it chanced that Moni became too long ab- 
sorbed in his meditation, one or another of the 
goats would come along, gaze wonderingly at him 
and try to attract his attention by bleating, which 
oftentimes he did not hear for quite a while. Only 
when Maggerli came and called after him longingly, 
then he heard at once and came leaping to it im- 
mediately, for his affectionate little kid always re- 
mained Moni’s dearest possession. 










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